Tag: hook

  • Matter of Spirit

    Matter of Spirit

    Charlie’s lips brush hers, and he pulls back. Seeing her like this is awful. She’s in a suspended state, induced by an experiment gone wrong. He wipes the tears from his eyes.

    You’d think he’d get used to it after two months of this, but he hasn’t. It’s beyond reasonable for this to be happening and— ah.

    He feels his heart clench and he doubles over, stifling a sob. The sound dies as it leaves his throat and he steadies himself, taking a few breaths. She wouldn’t want to see him like this. “Just do your best.” That’s what she would tell him.

    The door to Thandi’s Room clicks open and Charlie looks up, startled by Vitani’s appearance. He runs down the stairs, desperation clear on his face.

    Vitani shakes her head and Charlie’s face drops. “It’s a matter of spirit. There are no potions nor magic to bring her back… but.

    “But?”

    “If someone goes to get her…”

    “I’ll do it.”

    “You may end up taking her place.”

    Charlie grits his teeth. “I don’t care. Thandi comes first.”

    Vitani reaches into her sleeve and pulls out a vial of swirling red and black liquid. “Lay beside her and drink this. You will have to find her and bring her back on your own.”

    Charlie takes the vial with a nod and takes a breath. “What’s the catch?”

    “Get my student back and we will call it even.”

    The look on his face is resolute. He takes the steps two at a time, resettling Thandi before popping the cork of the potion. He drains the whole thing in a few swallows and curls up next to Thandi, hand over her body as he slips into unconsciousness and into Thandi’s dreams.

  • Miscommunication

    Miscommunication

    like it says on the tin


    What did he say?

    Thandi avoids him lately. Perhaps his feelings have finally frightened her? He knew he shouldn’t have been so forthcoming!

    She squeaks when she sees him and darts off with half of an excuse.

    “Oh! Bathroom!”

    “Oh! My mug is out.”

    “Oh! I need to be not here.”

    She’d flash her smile and off she went. Charlie finds himself slipping into a melancholy, grasping his chest as he thinks on it. He complimented her beauty. Told her how he felt, what it did to him.  Told her how much he supported her dreams.

    Is it him? He is certainly isn’t good enough. Oh, no. He frightened her. He’ll fix this next chance he gets.

    It’s two days later. Charlie reaches out, “Wait! Wait. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be around me. I promise that you won’t see me anymore. Really, you don’t suit me. Not one bit. Enjoy your life.”

  • Weeping Hill

    Weeping Hill

    soulmark au


    Soulmarks are telltale signs of marriage material. Charlie had the bad fortune of not only being born into a life where not only was marriage a requirement, but soulmarks were frequently forged. Three times, he’s narrowly avoided being tattooed with someone else’s mark, and only because his magic seemed to desperately want to keep him away from human company. He would run, in the form of a rat, a cat, anything small enough where he could just shut himself away until the danger has passed.

    The spiraling flower on his collarbone, mismatched from all, was simultaneously a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing because it isolated him, and it was expected that since he’s a single, he’d flourish with his magic. He could manage on his own.

    It was a curse because he still longed for a match.

    Charlie is lonely. He pulls away from Roseview, navigating from his estate, to a small town, to a castle town called Weeping Hill. There, he studies. Constantly. He’s living off a scholar grant, studying agriculture and magic together. Trying to find ways to improve yields without stressing the soil.

    This is where he meets her.

    He’s heard about the new magicians from the gossip that seems to radiate from every circle he’s walked. Women from the other world, Faerûn, where all of Alleria’s magic originated.

    Master Wildheart and Lady Kahsu. Both very powerful and very sought after. He catches sight of them in the university, and he’s curious. He watches them from a distance; introducing himself right now would be rude. How do they tend to crops in a world where magic has always existed? Are there plants that are unique to Faerûn that would help? How do people do without the soulmarks?

    Then she catches his eye. She tips her head with a gentle curiosity, and he feels his heart race, his cheeks heat. How could this be? And then… He can see a swirl of lines on her shoulder. Lines that he’s seen in the mirror every single day of his life.

    Impossible.

    She’s his match.

  • Sphinx

    Sphinx

    monster!Thandi


    Thandi is on the prowl. She stalks her prey, tail whipping, ears folded back. He pauses and looks up, and she hears the whisper of feathers and the loud rasp of a raven.

    It chatters incessantly to him. Why? It’s not as if he—

    The man laughs. He reaches up and pets the bird, talking back. This man could understand beasts. Hope blooms in her chest for the first time in centuries.

    Perhaps… he can answer her riddle.

    The next morning, she stretches out in the rear garden of her prey’s cozy cottage. She has long ago learned how to adapt her form as she pleases, and lately has remained as a large feline. Today, though, she’s feeling dramatic.

    Her quarry exits and stops, eyebrows jumping in surprise. Before he could say anything, she changes, eyes glittering.

    Wings stretch out, casting him in shadow. Her body becomes larger, with the regality of a lioness. And her face, her true face, watched him with a soft smile.

    His reaction is unexpected. Neither awe nor fear. Anger. Does he intend to attack her before she even speaks?

    He jabs a finger at her. “You. Are lounging. In my garden!!!

    She looks down to see young shoots crushed underfoot. They hadn’t seemed important, but he rushes over, shooing her off of them, mumbling to himself as the plants are righted.

    “My apologies,” she says quietly. “I didn’t realize—”

    “You didn’t realize? More like you didn’t care! They’re in such a poor mood now, you…”

    Thandi watches his face with delight. He seems over the shock now and he looks her up and down, mouth agape. Her smile returns.

    “I have a riddle for you.”

  • Familiar

    Familiar

    demon!Charlie, collaring, owner/pet


    Soft fingers pass over his cheek. He purrs, pressing to the fingers of this woman, whiskers twitching. She scratches deeper into his fur and he blinks up at her. She’s haloed by the sun, gold jewelry sparkling in the light.

    As she pulls away, he reaches out a paw and tries to pull her back in.

    “Oooh! How darling!

    Charlie has been coming by her house for weeks now. It was a small coincidence, of course: he smelled something oddly alluring, and of course he could not resist checking it out. After all, he’s a cat first, and a demon second.

    This woman smells delicious. He’s sure that her flesh would give him enough power to live forever! It’d be like adding another tail to his collection, and he’s playing the long game. She’s not exactly a prey item.

    Over the past month, he’s observed her home. She maintains a strict barrier, walking the border twice a week. Her home doubles as a shop where she sells magical items and cures, and Charlie has seen her eliminate threats with nothing more than a flick of the wrist and a small intonation. Oh yes, if he isn’t careful, he would end up being the prey.

    For now, he lets her scratch his cheeks and run her hand all along his spine. She smiles at him and he can barely contain his excitement. So much power. And one less human in the world. There’s no downside.

    Another smell catches his attention. The physical hunger pushes aside the spiritual hunger as the woman pulls a dried fish from her bag. His eyes are locked onto the tantalizing treat.

    “Why don’t you come home with me, kitty?”

    Yes. He follows her as she lures him through the barrier, waving the fish for him. He doesn’t question it: sometimes being a cat comes first. Closer. Closer.

    The woman kneels, offering it in her palm and he bounces over to snatch it from her. Before his teeth could close on his prize, though, he feels something touch his scruff.

    Capistro.

    Something wraps around his neck. Charlie rears back, trying to push the collar off, yowling.

    “Hold still.”

    His body freezes. Charlie can’t move even if he wants to, though he can still breath and look about. The woman’s hand comes down to look at something on the collar and she laughs.

    “Charlie? That’s a funny name for a demon like yourself.”

    “It was a gift!” He shouts at her, hissing to punctuate.

    “You may get up now, Charlie. It’s nice to finally hear you speak.” She smiles brilliantly at him, as if this is a common happening.

    Charlie pushes himself up to sit, tail whipping moodily. There’s no point in hiding now, so she can see the split in his tails. “I’m going to eat you for this.”

    “Maybe someday! But for now, I’m looking for a familiar. I need someone to walk with me outside so I don’t need to waste so much magic on just protecting myself.”

    “It isn’t as if I have a choice now, do I?”

    “I’ll give you a choice, darling. Either you leave forever, or you guard me and you can eat as many demons as you please.”

    He growls at her. “I want to eat you. Your flesh will give me the power that I need!”

    “Oh?” She smiles at him, and it’s aggravating. It’s a smile that says that she’s genuinely interested. As if she truly is simply curious.

    “I will not tell the likes of you. You’re just a lowly human.

    Thandi taps her chin thoughtfully. “Perhaps I can sweeten the deal. Guard me for life and you can eat me in the end!”

    Delaying his plans for a few decades might be amusing. She seems the type to get into messes. He rises from his sit, standing on two legs, a man before her with that collar still fastened tight to his neck. He looks well groomed, classy, even. She can see the ghost of his ears and tail still, despite the change. “I’ll do it. Make sure you live well and make a good meal for me.”

  • Excursion

    Excursion

    hook, modern, camping


    “Wait! Thandi. Please reconsider!”

    Thandi shakes her head, laughing. “I know that he has a reputation for nastiness, but I promise I can handle it. It’ll be good for my career to go out on this expedition!”

    The college has arranged for one Dr. Vanderbee to go on a trip to the fringes, right where the planes seem to intersect. However, and this was put to her with the strictest confidence: he can’t be trusted to do it alone. The man’s primary reputation was a dour one, and those above him had observed further quirks.

    His studies border on obsessive. He struggles to communicate with people verbally. He is known to simply disappear for long stretches of time, emerging from the wilds as if nothing has happened. They saw an opportunity to invite Thandi, as an interplanar specialist, to do her research alongside him, and by extension, play babysitter.

    These intersections are very unique, and to get the clearance to go forth and research to her heart’s content is worth a few curmudgeonly barbs from some stuffy old guy. The preparations are made and the opportunity to see a shred of her homeworld soon keeps her giddy until the date.

    At the hotel, she is to meet him to acquaint herself before they charter a plane and get lost in the wilds together for the next month. However, when she arrives in the lobby to meet him, it’s empty. There’s the receptionist, of course, and a grumpy man about her age looking at his watch. He looks like he’s waiting on a business associate to show up, wearing a nicely tailored vest and slacks with a silken green tie. It’s a shame that she’s waiting for someone else. He is. Very easy on the eyes.

    She sits in one of the overstuffed chairs in the lobby to wait. People pass back and forth, but no one lingers. It’s getting to be frustrating. Is he really going to blow her off? Ugh! And it looks like the man is in the same boat. His face only grows stormier with every passing quarter hour.

    Eventually, Thandi pulls out her phone and dials the number she was given. Really, from what she’s heard, she should have expected the codger to stand her up.

    The other man’s phone rings. He pulls it out, and she hears his voice double over. “Is this Dr. Kahsu?”

    She stares up at him.

    He turns to look at her.

    They gape at one another.

    Thandi begins to laugh, but it dies in her throat when she sees the anger building. The call is ended and his fists clench.

    “You! Really now? Out to make me a fool?”

    “No! No, I just! I didn’t realize that you are Dr. Vanderbee…”

    “Well, who else could I be!” He pushes his phone into his pocket, crossing his arms, gritting his teeth. “I’ve been standing her for an hour and a half!”

    “Well, you could have spoken up as well. I’m not the only one at fault here.”

    I don’t talk to people. You volunteered yourself for this. That’s the entire point of your coming with me.”

    Excuse me? I’m here for my own research!” She finally stands and approaches him, jabbing a finger into his chest. “And if you think that this is going to be how things are going to be for the next month, you’ve got another thing coming!”

    There’s the faintest tug at one side of his mouth, like he’s amused. “Just don’t get in my way.”

    “You’re already in mine, Vanderbee.”

  • Fever Dream

    Fever Dream

    Vampire!Charlie, Waif!Thandi, modern


    There’s a shivering bundle sitting along the path that Charlie walks along tonight. It gives him pause as he hears the rasp of illness, a rattle that threatens to become something worse. He opens and closes his hands, biting his lip.

    He’s a man of means and he has the ability to take care of this problem. But… there are problems with it… no, if he doesn’t do anything, and they die, then it may as well be his fault. The bundle stirs at his approach.

    The face that greets him is ashen, tired, and sweaty despite the frost on the ground. A young woman, perhaps in her late twenties, early thirties.

    “I want to help you. Do you need help to go to the hospital?”

    Her answer is a quiet one. “Please… I don’t… want to… go…” One look into her tearful eyes assures him that it’s fear keeping her from accepting. Again, he bites his lip.

    “What if I gave you a place to stay? Conditional, of course…”

    The woman ponders it. “I can’t…”

    “The condition being that you are okay with being a vampire’s roommate.”

    There’s a beat, and there’s a moment where he sees something like awe, or interest, on her face. “I…yes…” She tries to stand, but she’s shaking. He will have no choice but to carry her home.

    Thandi’s next few days are a feverish blur. Someone offered her a place to stay, took her home. Gave her a room. Clothes. Food. Medicine.

    It takes time for her head to clear enough to realize what she’d gotten into. And, well, why there was a man sleeping at her bedside, cool hand on the back of her neck. Why is he so cold?

    And, why is he using his hand in place of a washcloth? Seems absurd.

    Things start clicking into place as she stares at him.

    Vampire.

    That had caught her attention when he picked her up. It’s not exactly common. What does vampire mean to him, besides chilly hands and general paleness? She reaches out a shaky hand to touch his hair. It’s so soft! Aah… reminds her of a pet she had a long time ago.

    Perhaps it’s the fever still influencing her, but this is nice. He stirs, yawning, and smiles at her. His canines are a little bit more pronounced than normal, but it’s not wildly attention-grabbing feature.

    “Awake again. More broth? Or are you ready for solid food?” Slowly, she turns and stares at him. “Vampire…”

  • Time Skip

    Time Skip

    hook, Amnesia!Charlie, sad


    Charlie sits, leaning against the cabin wall. Why’d he come out here?

    The leaves of the forest tremble with the wind, and he breathes it in deeply. There had been a longing. A want. A need. Now that he was here, though, what was there for him to do?

    The stars are bright. They twinkle at him, bringing a sort of peace with them. Actually, stars aren’t supposed to do that: twinkling becomes flashing, brightening, swirling, growing.

    He straightens from his lean and watches in awe as it seems a hole appears just above the treeline. What in the world?

    There’s a shriek and something white falls. Charlie runs and dives, hands reaching out, and the full weight of this thing lands on him. They slide on the ground and he realizes in the next moment that he’s broken something catching her. The pain lances up through him and he’s thankful that it’s at least him this happened to. The bundle in his arms wriggles and pulls a hood down from her head. Her eyes grow wide.

    “Ch-Charlie?”

    He blinks. “Um… yes, uh… th…”

    Her eyes are swollen from crying and it’s now that he sees that she’s covered in blood. Her hands are shaking as she reaches out and touches his face, runs her fingers through his hair.

    “Charlie… oh, gods, my Charlie!

    “Ma’am… clearly you’ve been in an accident… are you okay?”

    “You’re alive…”

    “I have been all my life. Er, may I have access to my arms? They’re. Um. Broken. And the adrenaline is wearing off.”

    The woman obliges, already weeping over his arms. Charlie, meanwhile, takes a breath. Bones crunch and slide back into place. Bruises bloom backwards and his fingers tingle. He hisses with the pain and pushes himself off the ground, only to be hugged tightly by the strange woman before him.

    “Charlie! I’m so relieved! When you fell…! When they cut you…! I thought… you were dead…”

    “This is… awkward. I don’t know you, ma’am. Is it ma’am? Mixter?”

    Her face pales and she reaches out, yanking his shirt up, touching his stomach as she sees a long scar across him. He steps back and pulls his shirt down, looking ill. She points, mouth agape. “It is you… but… you…” Tears start to form and her lip trembles. “…you’ve forgotten…”